This book started off entertaining, but the rants got real old real fast. It probably doesn't help that I didn't read it until years after everyone else had, and they subsequently treated it like the gospel, quoted it incessantly, and passed Klosterman's views of pop culture topics off as their own at parties. By the time I got around to it, most of his I'm-a-pretentious-asshole-who-is-hipper-than-thou schtick seemed pretty trite. There were a few sections I enjoyed, but mostly I felt very lukewarm about it and found myself skimming near the end just to get it over with.
The whole time I was reading it I kept thinking it might make a decent blog, or be palatable if read in one-chapter chunks with a few days between each. Taken as a whole, however, it's mostly a repetitive, irritating diatribe by someone who is not nearly as clever as he thinks he is.